Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 112 Bitianda’s Death
The Bull Demon King was certainly not one to scare easily.
Beneath their feet lay the common battleground of the Asura Clan. There was no need to change the location.
"Come, I’ll give you three moves. After three moves, I will certainly kill you or devour your flesh and drink your blood!" Bitianda spoke with a sinister tone.
He was well aware that the Bull Demon King’s cultivation level was somewhat higher than his, but who was he? Bitianda, the number one talent of the Asura Clan!
Would he care about a small gap in cultivation level?
The higher the Bull Demon King’s cultivation level was, the more impressive the display of his own strength would be after he emerged victorious.
Perhaps the Rakshasi, upon seeing his valor, would fall hopelessly in love with him.
With this thought, Bitianda grew even more excited. He even considered launching an attack right there to brutally slaughter the Bull Demon King, but he managed to resist the urge.
Kill him and eat his flesh and drink his blood?
The Bull Demon King sneered inwardly. He had seen the arrogant, but he had never encountered such delusional vanity before.
Since that was the case, there was no need for him to hold back. It was just the right opportunity to test his Divine Skills!
He clenched his fists, channeled his energy, and launched a punch!
Bitianda, seeing nothing happening before his eyes, couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter. "Bull Demon King, are you joking? Surely you don’t think you have a chance of winning if you don’t make good use of these three moves..."
Crack!
Before Bitianda could finish his malicious words, a sudden crackling sound emanated from in front of him, as though something had shattered.
The next moment, Bitianda was sent flying by an extremely violent force, struggling for a few moments before he managed to stand up awkwardly.
Bitianda looked incredulously at the Bull Demon King, who still held his punching stance.
What on earth was that?
Gnashing his teeth, Bitianda pulled out his blood-colored scythe. Casting aside the grandiose claims he had made earlier about giving away a few moves, he flashed towards the Bull Demon King, swinging his weapon.
"Be careful!"
Seeing the Bull Demon King make no move, the Rakshasi couldn’t help but cry out in urgency.
Upon hearing the Rakshasi’s words, Bitianda became even more frenzied. Each slash was almost with his full strength, further reinforced by copious amounts of Mana.
The scythe was like a blood moon, and amid the roar, it was as if the wails of ghosts and gods filled the air.
It seemed as though a single slash could cleave the entire stage in two.
Should it hit, the invasive aura of blood and evil would render the Bull Demon King’s high cultivation level utterly useless.
Die for me!
Finally, as the scythe was about to strike his face, the Bull Demon King lifted his hand.
Crack!
A crisp sound followed, and a crack appeared in the space where the interaction took place.
Crack, crack, crack!
The crack spread out, and in front of this rift, the formidable blow of the blood-colored scythe couldn’t advance an inch. The terrifying strike dissipated into nothingness in an instant.
What on earth is this?
Bitianda was utterly perplexed; this phenomenon was beyond his understanding—he had never seen such a power before!
"What is this? How come I’ve never seen this technique before?"
"Why has Lord Bitianda’s blood scythe stopped its onslaught? I saw it clear as day; it didn’t even touch the target."
All present Asura Clansmen were in an uproar. This situation was something they had never encountered before, something beyond their reach.
"Is this... the Power of Space?!" At Ease Heavenly Poxun exclaimed in shock, observing the effect of the Bull Demon King’s casual strike.
Upon hearing this, Indra beside him was completely dumbfounded. The Power of Space?!
Wasn’t the Power of Space something that only a Daluo Golden Immortal with potential could comprehend?
Although he was a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, he hadn’t even found the doorway to the power of the laws of space.
Why did the Bull Demon King need to reach the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal... Huh?
He has reached the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal?
Indra’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out.
At Ease Heavenly Poxun and Indra were shocked beyond measure, but the Bull Demon King was not idle; he was never gentle or merciful to those harboring murderous intent towards him.
"Second move!" the Bull Demon King called out in a deep voice.
With a clenched fist, the spatial rift violently trembled, and even the blood-colored scythe of Bitianda was instantly shattered.
Bitianda’s pupils contracted sharply, and his face, usually unafraid of heaven or earth, uncommonly showed a trace of horror—his was a Spiritual Treasure, after all!
How could this be!
"Third move!"
Before Bitianda could react, the Bull Demon King instantly rushed in front of him, pressing a palm against Bitianda’s crown.
"No, don’t! I won’t fight you for the Raksha..." Bitianda’s already ugly face twisted with extreme fear, making it unbearable to look at.
So, the Bull Demon King simply didn’t look.
Explosive Shocking Rivers and Mountains!
Shock!
The powerful spatial vibrations instantly dissipated Bitianda’s life soul, and his pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.
Taiyi Golden Immortal, mid-stage, killed in three moves!
The situation had changed so quickly that every Asura Clansman had failed to react; now, they all looked at the Bull Demon King with fear in their eyes.
"Lord Bitiantuo... is dead?!"
"It must be fake, right? Lord Bitianda is an Asura Clan genius known to all; how could he have been!"
The entire Asura Clan was dumbfounded as they had all been waiting for Lord Bitianda to engage in a fierce battle with the Bull Demon King, and then ultimately defeat him with his outstanding strength and talent.
Who would have thought that it would end... in an instant kill!
"My son!" Indra’s eyes turned blood red as he rushed over to Bitianda’s fallen body and shakily propped it up.
Upon infusing mana to investigate, his heart sank like falling into an ice cellar—the soul had been completely scattered, with no possibility of recovery. His son was truly dead.
"I will have your life in return!"
Indra roared with fury, and with a wave of his hand, endless blood energy immediately pervaded the entire Zhang Di, so rich that even the blood-thirsty, violent Asura clansmen found it hard to endure.
Many low-level clansmen, eroded by the blood energy, lost their minds and began to fight one another.
The Bull Demon King flickered behind the Rakshasi, using mana to protect the two of them.
The Rakshasi was bound by a seal from At Ease Heavenly Poxun, and even with the strength of the Bull Demon King at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal, he could not immediately break it.
At Ease Heavenly Poxun had intended to act against the Bull Demon King along with Indra but stopped when he saw the Bull Demon King’s actions.
"You killed my son, you won’t live to leave here today!" Indra threatened with murderous intent.
The identity of the Bull Demon King was still relatively secretive, with most simply considering him to be a newly risen Demon King, and the Bull Demon King himself never flaunted this identity in his everyday actions.
No one in the entire Asura Clan, apart from the Asura King At Ease Heavenly Poxun, knew the identity of the Bull Demon King.
Otherwise, Indra and his son would not have spoken such words.
Although At Ease Heavenly Poxun strongly disapproved of the union between the Bull Demon and the Rakshasi, he did not truly intend to kill the Bull Demon King.
However, if the Bull Demon King was truly oblivious to the situation, he would not mind leaving him gravely injured and tossing him into the Netherworld Blood Sea.
The Bull Demon King was not intimidated in the face of a Daluo Golden Immortal.
"Your son sought to kill me, so I killed him, which is just and righteous."
This statement by the Bull Demon King further stimulated Indra’s nerves, and with a wave of his hand, the blood energy began to condense.
Finally, it formed an extremely blood-red skull.
The skull, as if soulless, opened its ferocious mouth wide and charged towards the Bull Demon King, not sparing a single thought for the nearby Rakshasi.
